"I did not," Uncle Mehmet said.I was bent slightly backwards and he was almost on top of me making me all hot and flustered and making my heart pound ...t a hundred miles per hour. His face was so close to mine that I felt his warm breathing on it. Our bodies touched slightly sending electric sensations down my body which I had never felt before which excited me. Aunt Bettie was a small, petite woman with dark hair to her shoulders with brown eyes. Her skin was quite pale and she wore no make up.. I went back toward my table as I am not a smoker, but my boss took my hand and led me outside with her. We went to the side of the hall where she lit up her cigarette and we just chatted for a few minutes which was fine with me because we got so sweaty inside that I wanted the fresh air. We sat on the curb and I watched hesitantly as her dress rode up her legs as she sat. I traced her smooth legs up to her thighs and tried to imagine what was just beyond that thin black material. I scanned the. As a matter of fact, it was so hard that it was hurting but he was so tightly close to the front of the sofa to pump his cock. Prof noticed, what he was trying to do, like many other young boys, while she was fucking them and she asked, if he wanted to jerk off? Then offering him some of that lube used by gay boys to put on his cock, they moved back a little slowly keeping the dildo buried in his ass until he had enough room to stroke his cock the way he needed to with the same pace as the. "You love it. You want mummy to fuck your ass". I knew that it was ultimate humiliation for him - to be ****d by a younger woman... to be fucked by a good friend of his.I stretched his ass out fully and gave him one hard spank. There was nothing he could do now. "I'm going to have so much fun r****g your ass". I said, laughing. I pulled his head off the pillow.He started to say "No...please...please don't." It was pathetic. He was so weak and helpless. Crying like a baby.Eventually I lubed up.